It snowed, very cold, very beautiful snow, very hurt my heart.
If we hadn't met at the beginning, would there be today's pain and sadness?
I thought we could be together forever, but in the end I left a sad feeling.
Is your love only cheap for me, because I'm afraid I have no capital to approach
Beauty is only at that moment, but all the pain is so long.
What I want is not the love words you give me every night, but the warmth you accompany me.
Whether the sun will smile at the sunflower tomorrow and whether the sunflower will cry at the sun tomorrow.
You say you sometimes don't mean what you mean. In fact, some emotions we can let each other know without words.
Whether you should cherish it or not, you should actually learn to let it go. You'll never slip away. Maybe you don't know how to cherish, but once you are capricious, you lose a lot.
We all give each other time to breathe, and then we will reveal our smiles.
I will give you happiness and share your sadness.
Love is long, hate is long, and the red boat is moored. I still remember the old days when I was drunk with you, put on beautiful inkstones, danced, wrote big characters, spilled pen and ink in the south of the Yangtze River, and the red dust appeared on the paper.